I’m not getting any work done but come Friday or early next week,
Bruce moves to the rehabilitation hospital for an estimated six weeks. Then, I
will not visit as often as it is a long way away and I’ll get more project work
done.

I had a flash of confidence today. I flash of excitement and
optimism that the Arts Club will say
yes. It felt really good and then
passed.

The smell of the air intoxicates me. Sound kills me and bright light
can cut like a razor, but my increased sense of smell delights me.

As the dress project winds down, I’ve need started thinking
seriously about what my next project will be. I’m thinking … birds or
dinosaurs. I could make dogs; life-size paper dogs would be fun to make, or Luther
Burbank’s multi-apple tree (I love the man).

Dr. Shoja this morning and then I saw Bruce, then lunch with Cathy,
then home for a break before a return to Bruce and then home to collapse.